Okay well this is a really emberrassing story but I can't believe it happened, so here you go! Sorry if this makes you sick or want to gag, but I feel like its post-worthy.
So we get home after a long day of swimming and I strip Linford down so I can put him in the tub. I usually let my boys be "nakey" before and after their tub-time and I generally don't have to deal with anything messy. I ran upstairs for JUST A SECOND to grab some pajamas for the boys. HOPING that I wouldn't find anything when I returned. WELL I found JUST THE OPPOSITE! A huge mound of "doo-doo" that had definitely been played in and smeared all over my wood floor. "OH NO" I thought. Where was my baby and what had he put his hands on? Luckily, he hadn't really touched anything, but I think he definitely had a
"little snack".....ewwww, I know. I grabbed him and immediatly took him to wash him off, BUT WAIT, this was something I had to get a picture of. So I grabbed my camera and while taking pictures, Hewitt came over and asked,
"does Linford like chocolate?"
I had to laugh, cause after all.....